I’m preparing a lecture on media regulation that I’m going give next week. This story of bloggers shutting down a radio station in San Francisco should make for a good anecdote.

Great review of a really bad show. Virginia Heffernan writes about “I Love New York,” a jaw-dropping reality show on VH1. Heffernan writes about how New York chooses her men ,

And finally there was New York’s praise for the hot jerk who insulted her mother. “He is a thug,” she drawled. “And he is not a fake thug. He is dangerous. He wears baggy clothes. He has a great face. And he drinks a lot. I like that.”

Jane asks, “Are there any women out there who didn’t spend a substantial portion of their youths fantasizing about being someone different?” Good Lord, not me. I hated everything about myself. Yes, Jane, I wanted to be tall. Also, I wanted a smaller nose, 20/20 vision, blond hair, breasts, a different name, and an entirely different family. I think I even wanted braces for a while, because everybody else had them. It only took 20 years to get over it.